Verse 1 If we are made of dreams, and my soul still wanders elsewhere, frozen in its silence, it is your realm rising like memories of bluish mountain peaks, where the light becomes an embrace of mist and winding paths. Verse 2 Where are you, my breath of morning breeze? Where do you forget your steps and pour out distance while I walk through labyrinths alone? Pre‑Chorus We are the skin of two worlds, the cadence of verses and songs, spring water, shelter and faith. Chorus But when I wake, I see my hands cracked to the point of fear, traces of a night of fog and sorrow. Galaxies shimmer, and from them your shadowed body is born. You must know— if my pillow is a bowl of tears, if my heart is an autumn leaf, I still gather tenderness behind the bandage of my eyes. Verse 3 I fall silent just to see you from afar, a sprout of cloud beneath the full moon. With these hands I search for earth and water, my feet guiding me around the corner, feeling your touch in a dream— you wrap my world without being here. Bridge Perhaps I’m a hopeless romantic, perhaps I refuse to leave us in darkness, even if our love seems woven from shadows. Final Chorus All I know is that this silence is made of angels and whispers, and you, my angel, scatter goodness through me— and that is why I’m still alive. Outro (soft) Made of dreams… made of whispers… made of you.
